All Chapters of Dorm Room Secrets : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

The morning sunlight pierced through the blinds, cutting sharp lines across Lola’s bare skin. Her sheets still smelled like heat, sweat, and sin and echo of everything that had happened the night before.She lay still, her pulse thrumming, listening for movement in the dorm. Nothing. Just silence. Liv hadn’t come back. Or maybe she had, and left again. Either way, Lola’s stomach tightened with guilt and excitement all at once.“God…” she whispered into the pillow, pressing her face against the fabric. The memories from last night replayed in vivid flashes hands gripping, mouths clashing, voices whispering her name. A shiver chased down her spine, and she clutched the sheets tighter, as if they could hold her together.But then came the danger because desire never came without consequences.A knock rattled the door. Not soft. Urgent.Her body froze.“Lola?” A voice. Familiar. Deep. Male. Damien.Her pulse rocketed. Shit.She scrambled, tossing the sheets around her, checking for clo

The campus felt different that night, like the air itself carried a charge none of them could ignore. The glow of the hallway lights spilled across Lola’s face as she leaned back against the door, her breath unsteady. She had told herself she wouldn’t get tangled up any deeper, that what had already happened was dangerous enough, but the look in his eyes as he stepped closer made it impossible to remember that promise.The silence stretched, heavy and electric. His gaze lingered on her mouth, then drifted lower, before returning to meet her eyes with an intensity that made her knees weaken.“You keep running,” he murmured, his voice rough with something unspoken. “But every time, you let me catch you.”Her pulse jumped. She wanted to snap back with something sharp, some excuse, but the words tangled in her throat. The truth was he was right. Every attempt to push him away only pulled her closer, until she was standing here, pinned by the heat rolling off him.She swallowed hard. “This

The stairwell door slammed below, echoing like a gunshot through the silence that followed.Lola gripped the railing so tight her knuckles whitened, her chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven bursts. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe not with that last message still burning on her phone screen.Wolves hunt in packs.Her eyes flicked downward just as the stairwell door creaked open again. Damien stormed back up the steps, every movement sharp with frustration. His jaw was clenched, his shirt clinging to the sweat on his skin, his eyes blazing with something between fury and obsession.“They got away,” he ground out, raking a hand through his hair. “Fast. Trained. Not some random creep lurking around.”Lola swallowed hard, her throat dry as sand. “You you didn’t see their face?”“No.” His answer was quick, clipped. “But I’ll find them. Trust me.”That word trust nearly undid her.Her phone buzzed again in her pocket, but this time she didn’t dare look. If Damien noticed, if he saw

The room smelled of heat and sweat, their mingled breaths still heavy in the air. The sheets clung to their damp skin, twisted and half kicked down the bed from the storm that had just consumed them.Lola lay sprawled across Damien’s chest, her cheek resting against the solid plane of muscle, her hair a dark halo sticking to his damp skin. His heart thundered beneath her ear, steady and strong, grounding her even as her body still hummed with the aftershocks of what they had just done.For a long moment, neither of them spoke. It was as if words would shatter the fragile peace that had settled over them.Then Damien’s hand moved. Slow. Gentle. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, lazy circles that made her shiver. He wasn’t the ruthless professor now. He wasn’t the man who kept his walls up and his emotions locked away. He was raw. Human. Hers.“You’re trembling,” he murmured against her hair, his voice lower, rougher than she’d ever heard it.“I’m fine,” she whispered, though h